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I set it as a seal upon your breast;
How strong you are, how weak your lover, Sweet.
I am your dream, Sweet: so no more of dreaming,
Your thoughts to travel after in my track,
Woman most dear, I choose you out for mine,
That you may never chance to understand
I set my love a seal upon your arm.
Here and now, by the angel-orders nine,
Nor any rune that wind or water knows,
I turn my errant feet your way across.
My heart were all as well set on the wind,
You shall not leave me — not for life, nor death,
A woman's love nine Angels cannot bind,
Your heart to mine, 'neath nut-brown tresses streaming,
That take no care for love nor yet for loss,
Or bound, to live or die, upon a rose.
Nor guess another's gift outruns my best.
That you and Knowledge, love, may never meet,
I bid your wandering footsteps me to follow,
I set a charm upon you, foot and hand,
That you may never hear another's charm.
I set a charm upon your wandering feet,
Your lips to mine must end this chanted charm,
Not even though you cease to love me, Sweet.
I set my charm upon your kindly arm,
I am the sky that waits you, dear grey swallow,
I set a charm upon your hurrying breath,
No wind of mine shall ever blow you back.
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Here and now, by the angel-orders nine, That take no care for love nor yet for loss, Woman most dear, I choose you out for mine, I turn my errant feet your way across.
I set a charm upon your hurrying breath, I set a charm upon your wandering feet, You shall not leave me — not for life, nor death, Not even though you cease to love me, Sweet.
A woman's love nine Angels cannot bind, Nor any rune that wind or water knows, My heart were all as well set on the wind, Or bound, to live or die, upon a rose.
I set a charm upon you, foot and hand, That you and Knowledge, love, may never meet, That you may never chance to understand How strong you are, how weak your lover, Sweet.
I set my charm upon your kindly arm, I set it as a seal upon your breast; That you may never hear another's charm. Nor guess another's gift outruns my best.
I bid your wandering footsteps me to follow, Your thoughts to travel after in my track, I am the sky that waits you, dear grey swallow, No wind of mine shall ever blow you back.
I am your dream, Sweet: so no more of dreaming, Your lips to mine must end this chanted charm, Your heart to mine, 'neath nut-brown tresses streaming, I set my love a seal upon your arm.